So I had some bad health news last weekend. An illness I thought I'd gotten over is back and resisting treatment. It's progressive, which means that I don't feel terrific, but I'm not feeling terrible just yet.
I'm hopeful that my doctors can find the right treatment before I get too sick. Of course, it is difficult to work when you aren't feeling well.
It's also wonderful to have something to work on, because it helps me take my mind off the pain and fear.
Being sick is no fun. Being chronically ill is difficult to accept on the best days--impossible to face on the worst ones. So I've lost a few days on the blog to feeling (embarrassingly) sorry for myself.
The thing is, I've still been writing. Partly because I'm in the middle of working on something I love, and partly because I crave the distraction and the sense of progress that the writing offers.
I read a wonderful quote about genius in the introduction to a book I'm just beginning, and I've been returning to these words whenever I feel like excusing myself from my daily fifteen minutes:
I love the idea that perseverance, not perfection, is what distinguishes the great achievers from the rest of us. Because I need that perseverance now, not only in my creative life but in dealing with my health. I
That's it for today. Just a quote and a reflection on the fact that I am still here, persevering. I hope to do better than that someday soon, but for today, this effortful perseverance is enough.
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